Freyd

He'd finally cornered the sneaky little rat. Chasing bony shadows through the glittering streets and dank alleys of Ladonia, alike, Freyd had followed the small skeletal figure across half of Aincrad by now. Every time his tracking skills felt like they were finally starting to get a proper bead on him, something would shift and he'd lose the trail again. It was as if Cardinal itself was protection one of its more sensitive agents, keeping him just far enough off the radar to tease and torture Freyd during his pursuit. The trail had led to a Xenathi sky barge - some branded local airsh

"Enemy ahead. They're shifting lazily around, low to the ground. Shamblers. Look... blobbish?" The Whisper shrugged in the darkness, lacking a better for what his keen eyes could see. "If we engage over there, we'll have better light and might place them at disadvantage. At least no one on our side would need to sit around, holding a glowstone." Weapon in hand, Freyd skirted to the left of the tunnel, meaning to herd their enemies towards the vanguard as soon as the battle began. The ever-present drips of unseemly substances from the ceiling masked what little sound lingered from his f

Another broken soul. This place had so many; too many. Yet also another candle capable of being lit with hope. "Goddamn it, Raidou." The words actually managed to slip out. She wouldn't understand the significance, or relevance of the promise made. Images of a prancing monochromatic 'hope' fairy danced across his eyes and he groaned. Nisa called you her messenger. Did Raidou convince you to label yourself in the same vein, but a more focused purpose? Freyd's hand found his brown and pressed against his temples to keep his head from peeling open like an overripe banana.

Freyd's mouth opened, as if to speak, but nothing came out. His left eye twitched randomly as he just stared, rather incredulously, as Blueberry rambled on. Twice, he tried raising a finger to interject a query, but decided against it on each occasion. Don't. Just, don't. It's not worth it. She's Shiina 2.0. You can only win by not engaging. For once, Freyd actually listened to Montjoy's advice. "So, no pastry-based sword arts, or anything?" He couldn't help himself, and, truth be told, he really wanted to hear if she'd actually developed something so completely outlandis

Trading the following unique item to @tricolor_mina Silver of Shiver +4 (T4 Perfect Weapon (Saber) - Para 1, Bleed 1, Frostbite 1) Acquisition ID [195932c] | Roll ID: 200672, 200673, 200674; Reroll IDs: 200675, 200676, 200677, 200678 A needle-like cerulean crystal blade mounted on a white steel hilt with guard, adorned with a brilliant sapphire in the pommel.

Respect item from 3.0 conversion consumed.

@Koga No luck. Sorry. Items sold for junk. Results can be found here, for reference: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19579-freyds-evaluations/?do=findComment&comment=644715

Either unwilling to bite, or simply clueless to his partner's intent - you could never really tell, with Freyd - he pointed to the wastelands and led them across its beleaguered landscapes in search of the Ashen Keep. "You've been off the radar for a bit. Life been busy? Buried beneath the honey-do list? Other references not suitable for a PG audience?" Delivery was deadpan, as usual, but a small smile had perched itself upon the Whisper's lips. He knew Oscar to be a mix of sour pragmatism and goofy antics, shaken without stirring, then served swaddled in that crappy wax paper wrap t

"Taste?" Freyd was about as far as you could get from being a foodie. Consumption was a means to an end. He rarely paused to consider the significance of flavour. His goals were either sustenance or buffs. Why else would he have a collection of healing potions in his pockets labeled 'Lich Loogeys', and mitigation meals made up of Pure Unadulterated Rage? "Huh. How novel. Also, I would have expected MIT buffs to be in high demand." Shrugging shoulders dismissed any potential or interest in further discourse on the matter. Freyd had filed away a list of future purchases for the next

It was her tone that caught his attention. Few realized how sensitive Freyd was to sound - his Whisper moniker being no quirk of choice. Watching as she slowly caught up, his eyes caught those of the broken broker behind her. Pre-programmed angst tore through his features. A phial sailed through the air and the boy caught it with his one good arm, wondering at the contents and intent. "It will heal your wounds, but fair warning: it tastes like undead ass." The hard edges softened. "I know you can't help it, but try not to do that again." His gift and declaration met with confusion,

Evals for items provided by Koga in shop: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/19871-f13-appraiser-freyd-edges-open/?do=findComment&comment=644687 Rank 5 Appraiser (Base: BD 10, CD 8+ for unique, 10 identifications per day) +1 to CD from Hermes’ Scale +2 EXP: Hard Working (also +1 IDs per day) +2 EXP: Lucrative (Firm Anima) (also +2 IDs per day) +1 EXP: Custom Ambition Tool (bought from own shop 2020-07-16) Consuming: Crafting Respite: 173277 Witch's Brew: (1/2) https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/21110-f22-pp-double-wammy-witch-of-the-west/?do=findComment&comment=

A black-gloved hand gripped the dagger sticking out of his chest, flashbacks recalling the time when another player had done the same deed. He'd nearly killed her for it, her life having been spared by the fear and desperation in her eyes and a prior commitment of friendship. Clattering loudly as it hit a nearby outcrop of stone and skipped into the lava beyond, Freyd raised his staff, pointing the tip menacingly at the mob's face. The containment seal on his weapon sizzled and crackled, struggling to hold against the hunger within, reinforced by its wielder's own impulses. The sound

Freyd spent most of their walk responding with one-word answers, or just a look when he could get away with it. Every once in a while, he'd chime in with some deep thinker crap to let Eruda know that he was actually listening to every word she said. Smalltalk just wasn't his thing, but he indulged her. She'd clearly needed it. And, though he was loathe to admit it, it was nice. When the time came, Freyd watched the elder make his way to shelter. The man's weathered form reminded him too much of the lone member of his own family that he'd ever cared for. Thank goodness the air was so

"Yeah," came the dry reply. "That sounds like Nisa. The woman's bat-shit-savant kind of crazy. Thinks she's Fate, with a capital 'F'." He shrugged at the declaration, as if her oddity was no issue. "She's clever, though. I'll give her that. In a cunning sort of way - and she knows it too. Don't believe that she's as innocent and harmless as she appears." Listening to Eruda's recounting of her encounter, Freyd remained silent. "She called me her messenger. Not really sure why, but it was a long time ago, now, or seems to be. Never quite figured out what she meant by

A stranger, darkly dressed, slipped into her quaint blue shop, the final vestiges of a cup of crème brûlée passing into his lips. A try full of the things clutched under his arm, he started scoping the various wares on display, muttering their effects to himself at a glance, not even bothering to read the carefully manicured labels. Haste was clearly a factor, judging by the way he leaned forward as he walked and the heaviness of footfalls from someone dressed more appropriately for stealth. "I don't happen to see any MIT foods. Do you not prepare them, or are you merely out of stock?"

"Tricked?" Feigned injury could ooze, apparently, if you tried hard enough. "I would choose a more generous and beneficial term, but if that's how you feel, why don't you just ask him." Freyd pointed at the small hunched figure huddled hiding behind a nearby outcrop of rock and compressed ash. "And Cardinal is Hephaestus in this particular drama. The lame god is just another tool, wielded by us and against us. You can choose to 'live' however you wish. I spent a long time choosing not to choose, myself. It was a mistake. I hope your 'chooses' go differently for you, and hopef